Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Yue Xiuniang and others sent Zhou Man and the princess out of the house, and they also sent them to the alley. If it wasn't for the fact that they were too flattered by sending people back to the county government, they would not mind sending people all the way to the county government.

After all, princesses are not common.

When the person was sent to the alley, Zhou Man was about to get into the car with the hand of the cake, when two people rushed out of the slash, but before they could get close, the guard stretched out his foot and kicked the knife, and he directly stood at the person. neck.

The other party only shouted half a sentence, "Master Zhou..." She was frightened to urinate by the knife on her neck. She was kicked to the ground in pain, but at this time she didn't dare to cry out, and looked at her with trepidation. Holding the knife on his neck, he said, "Big, my lord, I, I have no ill intentions, I just want to beg the princess and the lord to be merciful and merciful."

Both Zhou Man and Ming Da were taken aback by her, but thanks to someone supporting them, they just raised their hearts.

Seeing the two fell softly to the ground, a young woman was holding an eight or nine-year-old girl, and they both fell to the ground.

The little girl was brought down by the young woman, and she looked up at them with a pale face.

Zhou Man frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Zhiniang and Yue Xiuniang hurried up, glared at the people on the ground with hatred and fear, and then knelt on the ground and said to Zhou Manming: "Sir, forgive me, this mother and daughter are here to ask for work."

Jiang Zhiniang paused and said, "But the two of us have tried the hands of their mother and daughter, and neither of them are suitable for Zhiniang and embroidery."

The woman hurriedly said: "Sir, we can learn, we are not afraid of suffering, really!"

Jiang Zhiniang was indignant, "This is not something you can learn if you are willing to endure hardship. Your talent is inferior to others, so we will spend more time teaching you, and you will waste more threads and fabrics."

They have so many choices, and it's not that they lack people. Why don't the talented people use them?

It would be fine if it was their own hemp fabric, but it was from the county government, and it was public money.

The woman ignored Jiang Zhiniang, but continued to stare at Zhou Man and Mingda with tears in her eyes, "My lord, princess, please be kind and compassionate, let us enter the weaving workshop, we are really good at it. To endure hardship, we can spend ten times as long as others to study and practice, really!"

Si Jing, who was kneeling on the ground with Yue Xiu Niang and the others, was angry when she heard the words, but she was a servant, so she habitually looked up at her master before speaking.

So she quietly raised her head to look at Lord Zhou at this time, and saw that the expression on Lord Zhou's face was a little strange.

It's not sympathy or anger, it's more like...interest, so she lowered her eyes and thought about it and said, "The embroidery and weavers in our weaving workshop are also from poor backgrounds, and every day starts after dawn. Learn and practice how to make clothes and weaving. It's dark when it's dark, let alone you mother and daughter want to spend ten times more time than us, even twice is impossible. Can you still not sleep and eat? ?"

The woman immediately said, "I don't need to sleep."

Sijing sneered, she saw such people more often when she was a human, "If you don't sleep, can you still make clothes by weaving cloth in the dark? You can't light a lamp, right? Do you have the money to buy candles?"

The woman choked, decisively abandoned Si Jing, and continued to look up at Zhou Man and Ming Da, the tears in her eyes falling drop by drop.

Not to mention Zhou Man, even Mingda noticed something was wrong.

She couldn't help turning her head to look at Zhou Man, and seeing that she was looking with great interest, she couldn't help but reach out and push her.

"Oh," Zhou Man returned to his senses and said quickly, "Since you can endure hardships like this, then go back to the county office with me, and I will ask Zhao Ming to register you. Since you have no talent in knitting, you can go to Zhuangzi to grow crops. Vegetables and chickens."

After a pause, Zhou Man looked at her with deep eyes and asked, "By the way, you can farm and raise these poultry, right?"

"Yes," the woman hesitated for a while, but still said, "But my lord, I just want to go to the weaving workshop, not Zhuangzi."

"Why, aren't you here to seek work?"

"My lord, I don't know," the woman knelt on the ground and said sadly, "I'm keeping my husband's filial piety now. After the child's father died, my parents-in-law disliked me and gave birth to a daughter, so they took back all the fields and houses of my family. Nowhere to go, I heard that Beihai County was recruiting workers, so I rushed over here.”

Zhou Man nodded his understanding and waited for her to continue.

Seeing that Zhou Man didn't answer, she could only slightly lower her head and wipe her tears, and continued: "It's not that the slave family is too ambitious and unwilling to farm, it's just me, a young widow, and it's hard to bring a girl into the village and mix with a group of men. middle."

Zhou Man smiled slightly and said, "It turns out that this is the case. You can rest assured. I can tell Zhao Ming to let the officials in the county government divide you among a group of women."

She said, "There are now a total of 128 female workers in the government office's farmland, and they have been distributed to various villages. Now there are only thirty-eight male workers left in the farmland outside the city, but there are still more female workers. Forty-two, there are more women than men."

Mingda held back, but couldn't hold back, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyebrows and eyes curled up.

Woman: "..."

She paused for a while before sitting back gently, wanting to avoid the knife on her neck, but when she moved back an inch, the knife also moved back an inch, always pressing firmly on her neck.

She was really crying now, she covered her eyes with a saffron and cried, "Sir, be merciful, I really can't bear my daughter to follow me to Zhuangzi to endure hardship, she has lost her father, so I miss her. Learn some skills, and in the future, you will have a foothold without me."

The more she said, the more tears flowed, and the series of tears quickly fell from her cheeks, matched with her pale face, everyone felt pity, and the people around, even the same women, were made to cry by her. My heart softened, and I couldn't help but look at Zhou Man and the princess.

She continued to cry: "She doesn't have the support of her father and brother, and I don't plan to remarry. She will be the only one in the future. If she doesn't have the skills, she will be bullied when she gets married and goes to her husband's family. Please be kind to me. Let's go to the weaving workshop and learn."

Zhou Man sighed: "It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents in the world..."

The woman and the onlookers thought that Zhou Man agreed, but who knew she turned and said, "But rules are rules, and without rules, there is no circle."

woman:  …

Even the onlookers couldn't help but talk for her, "Master Zhou, you have always been kind, so you agreed to her. Anyway, it's just mother and daughter."

"Yes, yes."

Zhou Man said with a smile: "That's right, but there are so many poor people in the world like your mother and daughter. If I don't count the gains and losses and the rules and accept people, then this weaving workshop will only open in less than a month. Stopped."

"But you are merciful and merciful, so I decided to find another way to help you," Zhou Man said, everyone's eyes lit up like the mother and daughter, she smiled and said: "Well, I'm nurturing There is a class in the shantang, specializing in teaching people knitting, and Yue Xiuniang and Jiang Zhiniang teach the lessons every three days. Anyone who wants to learn, bring their own needles and fabrics to learn, and hand them over to the shantang four every month. The tuition fee of ten cents is enough.”

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